Chapter 1028 Illness and Heartache
The Ancient Continent is so big. Once the three of them have completely gone far away, the chance of meeting them again in this life can be said to be very small. Even if there is a chance to meet, it is unknown how many years later. Thinking that Yu Mengmiao will be forced by the Broken Love Fairy to marry someone else, thinking of Miaomiao's heartbreak when she has no choice, thinking that the person she loves will eventually marry someone else, thinking that the two of them love each other but can only live in different places, Qingyang's heart is broken.
Only when you lose someone, you will find that the other person is more precious. Only when you are separated, you will feel that the other person is more important. Only when you experience it personally, you will feel that the pain is more heartbreaking. The failure of the Dan formation a few days ago may not be as big a blow to Qingyang as this incident.
Qingyang was barely holding his breath before, because he wanted to find Yu Mengmiao as soon as possible, but now this breath was instantly lost. The blow of his failure to form a pill, the sequelae of the inner demon when he broke through, the hard work and fatigue of the past few days, and the sadness of never seeing Yu Mengmiao again, all hit his heart at this moment. Qingyang finally couldn't bear it, and fell to the ground with a tilt.
This forest was relatively quiet. Not only were there no cultivators, but even monsters were gone. Qingyang fell to the ground and was unconscious, but there was no accident. It was just that there was a heavy rain in the middle of the night, with lightning and thunder for a long time, almost soaking the entire forest.
It was not until a day and a night that Qingyang woke up from his coma. His consciousness recovered a little and he could barely sit up, but at this time his body was extremely sore, and his dantian was empty. Because his divine consciousness was consumed too much, his whole head was in unbearable pain, and it seemed that he had a fever.
Monks usually don't get sick, because their bodies have long been trained to be different from ordinary people, but there are special cases. For example, Qingyang's multiple blows this time, even an iron body can't stand it, and he really got sick this time, the first time in decades.
Fortunately, these illnesses are a piece of cake for monks. They just need to sit quietly for a while and force some sweat from their bodies, and these illnesses will be cured soon.
More difficult to cure than illness is heartache. The Dan formation just failed some time ago, and before he had time to relax, he had to bear the bad news of Yu Mengmiao's departure. Anyone who encounters this series of blows may be unable to recover. The matter of forming a pill was not so bad. Last time, the inner demon did not damage Qingyang's foundation because of the Yuhai Pingbo Sword. After a little recuperation for 10 to 20 years, he felt that his condition was almost right and he could try again. With Qingyang's current situation, there might still be hope of forming a pill, but once Yu Mengmiao left him, the world was so big, how could the two of them have hope of meeting again in the future?
Thinking of this, Qingyang's heart was extremely depressed, as if the whole world was gray, and life seemed to have no fun anymore. He had no fighting spirit at all. Qingyang knew that he couldn't do this, but he just couldn't get excited and had no energy to do anything.
Qingyang didn't rest well after coming out of seclusion. After that, he chased Yu Mengmiao and his apprentice for several consecutive days. His mind had long been exhausted, his true essence was exhausted, and his physical strength was seriously overdrawn. Now Qingyang is extremely haggard and in a very bad state. White hair on the temples, tired face, melancholy in the eyes, plus a night rain that drenched him in mud, Qingyang now looks a bit like the sloppy Taoist who once gave him the Wind and Fire Order.
Qingyang looked around, not knowing what to do. Chase Yu Mengmiao and his apprentice? How can he catch up if he doesn't even know the direction? The person has already left, what's the point of thinking about it? Everything that happened today might be God's hint that she is not destined to be with him. If he continues to be entangled like this, he might really be useless. It's better to give up.
Should he go back to Jiuxian City? But why should he go back in such a miserable state? The group of people who came to the Ancient Continent together at the beginning died or left, leaving only Xiying and Xiao Yuhan. What can he do if he goes back? Should he watch them show their love or ask for their protection?
After some hesitation, Qingyang simply gave up the choice. Instead of racking his brains here, it is better to be casual and do whatever he wants. Isn't it that he has not gained enough experience? Then go and gain experience, and learn from his master, Master Songhe, who wandered around the world.
Thinking of this, Qingyang's heart suddenly became clear, and the previous haze dissipated immediately.
Qingyang moved his sore body, sat on the mud, took out two spiritual stones from the collection talisman, held them in his hands, and meditated quietly for a while. When his true energy recovered a little, he used his power to force out some sweat, and the pain in his body was immediately dissipated.
After standing up again, Qingyang felt refreshed. Although his spiritual power was still a little exhausted, it had little effect on his actions. He had been carrying too much pressure during this period, and today he finally let it go. He suddenly laughed three times at the dense forest, startling countless birds in the forest, and took out a jar of spiritual wine from the Drunken Immortal Gourd and poured it into his mouth. Then he threw the jar and strode forward.
From then on, the world of immortal cultivation lost a cautious Qingyang, and the mortal world gained a free and easy Qingyang Sanren. He played with the dust, wandered around the rivers and lakes, rewarded the good and punished the evil, robbed the rich and helped the poor. He was unkempt and casual, with only a pot of wine to accompany him, leaving many legends in the mortal world.
Winter went and spring came, spring came and autumn went, and another year passed.
During this year, Qingyang didn't remember how many roads he had walked and how many places he had been to. Anyway, he lived a carefree life. He didn't even know where he was now or where he was going. In short, he lived a free and unrestrained life. He no longer had to work hard for cultivation and never worried about spiritual stones.
One day, he walked to a city. After wandering outside for a year, Qingyang did not forget that he was still a cultivator and it was impossible for him to leave the cultivator group for too long. So when he knew that there was a cultivator city nearby, he came here by the way.
This cultivation city is not too big on the Ancient Continent. It cannot be compared with Jiuxian City, but its scale is not small. At least it is much larger than the cultivation cities in Zhongshayu and Jiuzhou Continent that Qingyang has seen. It is at least hundreds of miles in radius and stretches endlessly.
Qingyang came here for no special purpose. He just came to the vicinity and accidentally heard some cultivators say that there was a cultivation city here, so he came to take a look.
Arriving at the city gate, Qingyang looked up and saw the words "Qingfu City" written on the plaque. Qingyang had never heard of Qingfu City before, and didn't know what kind of place it was, so he randomly found a few Qi-refining monks at the city gate to find out more about the situation.